➳ capo dei capi // l.s.

1.8

    " You dumb child! " The sound of his father's voice rang in Harry's ears the moment he walked inside his room, fooling himself into thinking he'd find tranquility.

    Harry stopped in his tracks, frustration begging to grow in his system before he let out an exasperated breath out his nostrils. " What is it now? What could you possibly want? " He growled as he turned around slowly, a fake smile plastered on his face.

    " What's the matter with you? Are you fucking stupid? " His father didn't answer his question, instead he skimmed towards his son angrily.

    " What the hell? " Harry asked before he felt a strong harsh tug at his curls. " What's your fucking problem, dad? I did what you asked. I talked to Lydia! "

    " That's not the problem, child. Do you know what is? Your foolishness and your fucking hormones you dumb fuck! " At last, Harry was beginning to put the puzzle together, which caused him to grow hot with shame.

    Harry felt small, powerless. " Don't call me that... " His voice broke as he tried to speak, visibly hurt by the insults his father has thrown at him.

    " What is wrong with your head? Do you even think? Do you realize who that is? You can't play your fucking teenage games with a grown up man that has a criminal history. " His father visibly restrained from punching his son as his voice grew more frustrated, though the tone was low so his mother wouldn't hear.

    " I'm not playing anything. " This was Harry's weak defense.

     " Yeah? Then what was that under the table, hm? Tell me, Harry. What was that? " His father's hand captured his chin in between his fingers roughly and forced Harry to look him in the eyes.

    " Stop it. You don't get to control me and tell me what to do! You're a shit father. " Harry growled as he tried to get out of the trap that held him.

    Without a second passing, Harry felt a harsh sting against his cheek. The feeling caused Harry to feel weak and out of control. It didn't make him feel like himself. The constant reminder on his cheek destroyed him. " Don't talk to me like that! "

    " If you want to have a father's rights, then you should start acting like one! Besides, I'm an adult. I can take care of myself! " Harry shouted as he finally managed to get out of his father's grip.

    " Oh yeah? " His father held a wicked smile on his face, his eyes showing no remorse as he continued. " Then I guess you can use your own money, that you made and take care of yourself. If you don't need me, I'll leave you alone. " And with that, his father was out the door, leaving an angry Harry alone in his bedroom.

    " No... you fucking bastard. I don't even have words to describe the hate I have for you, cunt. " Harry whispered to himself as he felt his legs fail him and his eyes turn into waterfalls. " As for you, Louis. You're gonna pay for it. " He shook his head with desperation as he laid down on the floor, his fists glued to it.

    The following morning Harry woke up with revenge on his mind. He's going to show Louis he can't fucking manipulate him how he wants and he's going to piss him off so badly.

    That's why right now, he risked his car's cleanliness with a few chickens that stood in his backseat. They were clucking continuously and watched cluelessly through the bars of their cages. He had to hold them somehow so they don't fly around his car.

    When Harry parked his car in the teachers' parking lot, he turned around smirking devilishly as he stared at the chickens, watching how their pupils bounced around the car's walls. " You don't have a thought behind those eyes, do you? "